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Why did I go to design school? Why do I run, crunch, and struggle through push ups? Why do I rubber neck my way through life? Why I spend a kings ransom on festivals and tom foolery? One word. Iloveclothing. Piles of clothing mark the places on my bedroom floor where I decided that I needed to wear shorts instead of leggings or some other such item. It looks like a small army disintegrated into thin air leaving only their clothing. My getting ready process is a aria of color and frustration that crescendos with an ecstatic launch into the living room where I twirl and pout into the full length. A great love indeed.

Without further ado, the final five in my list of things I am loving right now. Come out of the closet my dear ones……

6) The Dapper Man Piece. I am insanely inspired by the dandy style, that cocked hat, that early bespoke tailoring. It says I give a hoot but I still came to party. Day-em!

7) Throwback silhouettes. Hearkening back to a time when naughtiness was suggested and implied, not forced. I have been seeing some yummy bell bottoms making their way back into the periphery and I am pleased. Very pleased.

9) Homesteadin’ with Hils and Kate. Grab you a young grizzly Adam, a jug of xx hooch, a poplin circle skirt, and get your hind parts down to the barn for some do-see-do’n.

10) Kate Moss. Every stitch that adorns her body is glorious. I am sure that when she finally kicks over from all that blow and bulimia she will be remembered as more that just a model. She comes the closest to being my fashion mecca, I kneel down and pray in her direction every day at noon.

There you have it. I hope you enjoyed. Tomorrow night is the Portland Prom and if my first prom was any indication of how this one will go, well, let us hope for the best.